When the last eagle flies
Over the last
crumbling mountaing
And the last lion roars
At the last
dusty fountain
In the shadow
of the forestg
Though she may
be all and oneg
They would stare
unbelieving
At the last unicorn
When the first
breath of winter
Though their flowers
it's icing
And you look
to the northg
And the pale
moon is rising
And it seems like
all is dying
And would leave
the world to more
In the distance
hear the laughter
Of the last unicorn